Jiang Xiaoran is a piece of meat in Mrs. Jiang's heart.
When she heard someone scolding her son, she immediately lost her usual etiquette.
With her mother's anger, she rushed over and slapped Cao Zirou on the face.
"Why are you such a white-eyed wolf! Seeing that you were helpless, our Jiang family took you in. What are you talking about now!"
Cao Zirou's cheeks were slightly swollen, but she looked at Mrs. Jiang with extremely hateful eyes.
"Oh, so what if you take me in? Jiang Xiaoran still treats me like a dog. I was living under someone else's roof before, so I had to compromise."
She shouted angrily: "But now, what qualifications do you have to let me rip out my heart and soul to the Jiang family? You have implicated me, and now that the crime has been determined, you are still dragging me to death!"
Thinking of this, Cao Zirou felt that she had to save herself.
She looked at Xie Chun, the minister of Dali Temple.
"Master Xie, yesterday, Mrs. Jiang asked me to leave through the back door and go to your house to inform Miss Xie! In case Jiang Xiaoran escaped, it was to find Miss Xie."
"Everything I say is true, you can interrogate Mrs. Jiang. If I really go, her move will drag Miss Xie into the water. After all, if she covers the deserter, the crime will be just as serious!"
Mrs. Jiang angrily shouted: "Shut up!"
Xie Chun, the minister of Dali Temple, looked serious, as heavy as a cloud.
"That's enough! Even before the Jiang family has been cleared of their crimes, you have created such a farce. As an outsider, I feel that you have brought shame on the Jiang family!"
After he reprimanded them, he asked the imperial guards to take care of Mrs. Jiang and Cao Zirou separately.
Now, Mrs. Jiang, who had completely lost her freedom of movement, was even more unable to visit the unconscious Mr. Jiang.
In the evening, Mrs. Jiang hung a piece of white silk on the beam of the house.
She stepped on the stool, and before she died, her expression was calm.
Now that the matter has come to this, if she can cause some casualties, perhaps the Minister of Dali Temple will call the doctor here.
She exchanged one life for another, and her husband's love for her for so many years was worth the effort.
Mrs. Jiang slowly put her head into the strong white silk.
Sudden!
The door was pushed open.
A figure rushed over: "No!"
The other party directly hugged Mrs. Jiang and fell to the ground.
Half of Mrs. Jiang's body was pressed against her, and the man let out a cry of pain.
"Is it you?!" When Mrs. Jiang sat up and looked at the person who rushed in to save her, it turned out to be Xie Yinxiang.
Xie Yunxiang's sky-green dress had its shoulders soaked by the rain, and the skirt was stained with some dirt and weeds.
She stood up and rubbed her wrist: "Mrs. Jiang, you committed suicide before the matter was resolved. If the emperor knew about this, he would only think that you committed suicide out of fear of crime!"
Mrs. Jiang smiled in despair: "But the matter has come to this, what else can I do? But... why are you here?"
Xie Yinxiang looked at her: "I heard that Jiang Mansion was besieged, so I came in through the back door of the rockery."
Mrs. Jiang lowered her head.
Xie Yunxiang's voice was calm: "I know what you are thinking. You must think that my father asked someone to tell me the situation, and I took the opportunity to please you."
"However, Mrs. Jiang, you are wrong. The reason why I know there is a back door in the rockery is because Jiang Xiaoran told me. He once told me that when he was four years old, he accidentally walked in and you couldn't find him anywhere.
I sprained my feet in such a hurry."
Mrs. Jiang was stunned.
Xie Yunxiang was right.
Only my family knows about this matter.
Mrs. Jiang raised her head, her eyes already red.
Xie Yunxiang stretched out her hand generously: "Get up first, I will help you."